The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

Abbey Lincoln Dead at 80

There are few vocal performances of its time more wrenching, more joyful, more necessary than her work on We Insist! Max Roach's Freedom Now Suite (Candid Records; 1960); fewer still are singers for whom no lyric, regardless of its mere author, would ever sound ordinary.

Abbey Lincoln passed away last evening at the age of 80; and though no meaningful insight of this wondrous woman's art may be had more easily than by just listening to one of her damn records; here, for those who require them, are the standard Obits and Appreciations:

The New York Times

The Los Angeles Times

The Root

The Wall Street Journal


Pop9 said...

She was a wondrous woman, indeed.

Bill said...

Recommended: "You Gotta Pay the Band", her collaboration with Stan Getz.